Caren Krutsinger Poet Limerick

Sissy Britches

Man so brave we called him Sissy Britches.
One bee and he would dive into the ditches.
Terrified of fire,
One we couldn’t admire.
Killed during game by one of the pitches.

We did not hate him now that he was dead.
And learned pretty quickly his name was Fred.
He became a saint.
Memories a taint.
Put up a statue made of metal – lead.

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Gershon Wolf June 30, 2020 at 2:12 PM Hope that statue doesn't suffer a 'meltdown' during this pandemic (of pain for people AND statues). lol. Thanks, Caren. Caren Krutsinger June 30, 2020 at 5:36 PM It would probably be torn down; I am sure he has some infraction against him. We all probably do.

Tom Cunningham June 29, 2020 at 8:41 AM Yikes not a statue, theyll only topple it lol. Tom Caren Krutsinger June 30, 2020 at 5:36 PM I wish now I had not said STATUE. Duh!